Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
[Lloyd Banks] Niggaz mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch Y'all sweet like ninety-nine bananas That's why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I'm just a playa that found out where the coaches know That's why I'ma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the fifth grade That's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade
[Chorus] I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)
[Tony Yayo] Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their daily routine So the second rule please leave the crime scene please Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes Ninth rule don't say shit cause po-po listen Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system And the tenth rule don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading
[Chorus] I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
[50 Cent] Don't go go against me I'll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level's high nigga can't tell Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I'm LL I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail From day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot You so much pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter I'll fire shots at the chef and watch the sheeps scatter My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies You scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, know not to play wit my check I come through with my knife cause I'm a pain your neck (YEAH!)
[Chorus] I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the house, bad news 40 Kal's in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
